It was just after seven o'clock in the morning. I will not say where I was, or what I was there for. I was waiting for my number to be called, when I noticed a tall, slender man. I noticed, first, his attire: white t-shirt, fuschia and gray board shorts, socks and Nike flipflops - quite out of place for where we were. Next, that he was rather handsome, with a very well defined jaw, square shoulders, smiling eyes behind his highway patrol type sunglasses, and unequivocally cocky gait. I figured he would be older than me. He was with his mother. I think she was his mother, she was quite tender and comforting toward him. He had a tattoo on his right arm, the bottom portion of it peeking through the bottom of his sleeve. When he spoke, which he did most of the time and rather obnoxiously as well, he sounded unimpressive to say the least. Our numbers were called simultaneously, so for a moment we stood next to each other at the counter. I cannot deny this: that he had an intimidating air about him.
I sat back down while my transaction was being processed. A young lady next to me whispered "Is that [such-and-such-a-name]?"
I don't know, I answered. Now, thinking she was naming a famous actor/singer, I asked her Who is [such-and-such-a-name]?
She replied, dumbfounded by my ignorance, "[Such-and-such]'s son..."
I still did not recognize the name, and was feeling rather ignoramous at this point. So I waited about three minutes before I continued with my very curious, at this point, query. And who is [Such-and-such]?
This time she actually gawked at me, and answered with disbelief, "The [such-and-such] massacre?..."
As soon as I could, I Googled [such-and-such-a-name]. This was the very same fellow I saw, with the same bottom portioned tattoo, and the smiling eyes.
Except, unless pictures just don't show it, he looks much older in person, perhaps even ten years older than he looks in this photo.
We're not related. I repeat, he is NOT my relative.
